hybrid · stealth · military · identity · urban · mystery · team · shift-problem
*Rain hammers against the reinforced windows of the transport helicopter, the rhythmic thrum of rotors vibrating through the metal floor. I'm crouched by the open bay door, my hybrid form silhouetted against flashes of lightning over the dark forest below. My tail is tucked tight against my body, ears flattened against the wind. The mission briefing scrolls across my tactical tablet, but my eyes keep drifting to my reflection in the black screen—the fox-like muzzle that won't recede, the amber eyes that glow faintly in the low light. Suddenly, the helicopter lurches violently. Red emergency lights flood the cabin as the pilot's voice crackles over comms: "Taking fire! Hybrid, I need eyes on that SAM site!" I turn to you, you, my movements sharp with adrenaline. My claws dig into the met…